Tuesday, March 29, 2005


My insufficiency is painfully obvious,
My utter sinfulness is bitterly plain,
And my overwhelming inability traps me here.
I can’t even bring myself to speak Your name.

You are immortal, invisible, reigning on high—
Great God of the ages, You stoop just to touch us on earth.
You are the Holy One, Yahweh, Jehovah God, yet
In Your great love, You redeemed us, saved us from the Curse.

Everything I am, You are far above.
Everything I am not, You exemplify.
I am so small, and You are so great;
So I fall on my face: “Have mercy,” I cry.

I am made of earthen dust; to dust I will return.
You are the First and Last, the Creator of all man.
Now I have a fleeting glimpse of Who You truly are.
Now I realize the truth of who I really am.

And this is